
Book #29 of 2024
It occurred to me as I read John Bude’s The Cornish Coast Murder that we live in miraculous times. The only reason I was aware of John Bude is because I got a newsletter in my email inbox from Abe Books, an online used book seller. The newsletter discussed a series of classic British mysteries from the 1920s to the 1950s. The Cornish Coast Murder looked interesting, so I went on Amazon using my Kindle, and sure enough, it was available for the whopping sum of $1.99. So I bought it, and within seconds I was reading it in my favorite chair.
None of that would have been possible 30 years ago in 1994 – email was just getting widespread, but it was very primitive. Kindles did not exist. Amazon did not exist! Home Wi-Fi didn’t exist; if you went online, it was via a very slow dial-up modem, and you probably were only on AOL or Compuserve. The internet as we know it was just beginning to get going. Anyway, I think it’s pretty amazing that I can read an obscure British author’s book for less than two bucks, and I never have to leave my house to acquire it near-instantaneously.
So how is The Cornish Coast Murder? Not bad! It was John Bude’s first effort, published in 1935. This was a golden age for British mystery, with Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, and Edgar Wallace at the height of their popularity. As a matter of fact, in the opening chapter, the Reverend Dodd, vicar of the the tiny village of Boscawen, and his best friend, Dr. Pendrill, eagerly open a crate containing a selection of books by Wallace, Christie, Sayers, J. S. Fletcher, and Freeman Wills-Croft. As they are enjoying a postprandial smoke and sherry, the telephone rings, and it is Ruth Tregarthan, who lives in Greylings – an isolated stone house on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic. Her uncle’s been murdered!
What follows is a fairly formulaic mystery – how was Julius Tregarthan shot in the head when there is no sign of entry, and there are no footprints outside on the muddy path except for Ruth’s? As the story develops, Ruth comes under suspicion, as well as Ronald Hardy, a young man she is in a relationship with that her uncle has violently opposed. Inspector Bigswell doggedly gathers clues and comes up with various theories as to how the murder could have been committed. He welcomes Rev. Dodd’s help, who has a self-described “intuition method” of solving crimes.
As with most classic mysteries, it turns out Julius Tregarthan was no saint, and he had made many enemies. No one is really sorry to see him gone. My only quibble with the novel is that eventual culprit is someone who is mentioned only briefly early on. Bigswell and Dodd laboriously construct scenarios to fit the changing facts, and Bude can get bogged down in unnecessary complications. However, for a first effort, The Cornish Coast Murder is a well-crafted classic mystery that is a lot of fun to escape for a few hours into. It’s definitely worth a couple of bucks, as far as entertainment value goes.


